"Grandma, do you also believe their one-sided story?" Sang Qian interrupted Chen Qiurong.
Su Miaotong scoffed, "Grandma doesn't believe me, doesn't believe Yuanhang, doesn't believe Sang Yu, so you would believe an outsider who just entered our door?"
Sang Qian coldly looked towards Su Miaotong, "You know very well who harbors ill intentions."
"Grandma, look at her. Even at this point, she won't admit it. Can you really leave such a person by big brother and Sang Yu's side?" Su Miaotong looked at Chen Qiurong with a face full of concern.
Chen Qiurong saw that Sang Qian's face did not show the slightest panic from beginning to end and couldn't help but take another couple of looks at her. "You say theirs are one-sided words, then fine, tell me what exactly happened?"
Sang Qian looked up, her gaze glancing towards a spot on the ceiling, "Seeing is believing, hearing is misleading. Why not take a look at the surveillance footage, Grandma?"
Surveillance?
Where did the villa get surveillance?
Su Miaotong and Ji Yuanhang simultaneously looked towards the ceiling, and when they saw the surveillance camera blinking with red light, their faces instantly whitened.
Chen Qiurong naturally also saw it, and before she could voice her doubts, Sang Qian took the initiative to explain, "Before the wedding, Grandma asked me to check the villa's decorations to ensure safety. I had someone install a few cameras at the entrance and in the living room."
After saying this, she took out the surveillance video from her phone and handed it to Chen Qiurong.
After Chen Qiurong finished watching, her face completely turned dark, and looking at Su Miaotong, who was sitting on the ground, she said, "Aren't you getting up? What, are you waiting for me to help you?"
Su Miaotong stood up, pale-faced, "Grandma, it was Sang Yu who said..."
She tried to argue but was angrily cut off by Ji Yuanhang, "Shut up!"
Then he looked at Chen Qiurong with an apologetic face, "Grandma, your grandson was too worried about Sang Yu and acted foolishly in the spur of the moment, disturbing you. Please don't be upset, lest it harms your health."
Chen Qiurong's tone was serious, "Control your wife well. I do not wish for a repeat of such an incident."
"Of course, Grandma."
"Go back. You and your wife should visit Chengzhou less often; he needs quiet recuperation."
"Yes." Ji Yuanhang supported Su Miaotong and left the villa.
Chen Qiurong saw Ji Sangyu with her head lowered, appearing like she had done something wrong, and couldn't bear to blame her. With a sigh, she looked towards Sang Qian, "Since there was surveillance, why didn't you bring it out earlier, forcing me to come here?"
Sang Qian candidly admitted, "I intentionally wanted grandma to vent for me. They've always been bullying me. Yesterday during the wedding, they gave me five million to leave the Ji family, and today they caused another scene. It really is a bit too much."
Chen Qiurong was slightly stunned, not expecting them to secretly try to make Sang Qian leave, nor did she expect Sang Qian to be so straightforward. The next moment, her stern face softened, and she smiled kindly at Sang Qian, her gaze growing warmer, "As long as you sincerely care for Chengzhou and Sang Yu, if anyone dares to bully you in the future, Grandma will support you."
Sang Qian smiled, "Good."
**
After returning from her walk and arriving at the bedroom, Sang Qian saw the door was ajar.
Ji Sangyu's small body was perched on the edge of the bed, talking to Ji Chengzhou, "...Her combat skills aren't bad; she had uncle's wife rolling on the floor in defeat.
I'm not praising her, with her skills, who knows how she'll mistreat me in the future.
Dad, you need to wake up quickly, then kick her out."
"Why would I mistreat you?" Sang Qian leaned lazily against the doorframe.
Ji Sangyu turned around suddenly at the sound, and upon seeing Sang Qian, his large eyes flashed with the guilt and panic of being caught bad-mouthing, "You... why are you eavesdropping on my conversation?"
"The door is open. I listened openly, not sneakily."
Ji Sangyu was left speechless with embarrassment and as he walked towards the door, he said to Sang Qian huffily, "You're so annoying."
Ji Sangyu's eyes were wide, his little cheeks puffing up with air, resembling a frog, or perhaps a pufferfish, making Sang Qian unable to resist smiling, "But I think you're really cute."
Ji Sangyu looked bewildered for a moment, then his pale little face quickly flushed with a touch of red. He turned his little head haughtily and walked away.
This woman doesn't play by the rules, it's so aggravating.
And where does he look cute? He's clearly handsome.
Sang Qian watched Ji Sangyu enter the nearby children's room before going into the bedroom. After washing up, she sat beside Ji Chengzhou and began to massage his arm.
After a few presses, she felt something was amiss; the muscles under her hand were clearly defined.
She pinched the muscles of Ji Chengzhou's forearm again—firm, tight, and elastic.
This was not logical.
If she didn't practice martial arts, she wouldn't notice this, but as a martial artist, she knew that to achieve such a state, one must regularly exercise and remain active.
Yet, Ji Chengzhou had been lying in bed for half a year, which didn't match his condition.
Suddenly, she thought of the time she saw his fingers moving, the time his eyes suddenly opened, and the reactions in his body. Could it be...
Was he pretending?